Joan knew what would happen if she opened the 'Manners of Whores.' Her mind was being rewritten and what was worse was that she started to want it to be. She thought about Mr. Puddle's cock in her mouth and how she wanted another one. An intense pleasure had coursed through her voluptuous body as she felt it shoved down her throat. It made her hot. The hotter she got thinking about sucking cock, the more she wanted to read the next book and gleefully embrace the own destruction of her mind and will. It was like it was being fucked and there was severe pleasure in the ravaging.
In an attempt to cool her body and sinful thoughts, Joan went to the window of her apartment and opened it up. She let the spring morning was over and took in a deep breath. She thought about the young clerk named Jesper and the awful things he had said to her. Everything he said was happening to her and everything that was going to happen to her. The more she dwelt on it the more she wanted it to happen. It was perverse and disgusting.
Perhaps there was some cure, a way out of the self-perpetual nightmare that Joan was trapped in. Jesper came back to mind. There was no way out. They would only throw her in the institution. A wild, caged creature clawing at the padded walls in desperate, savage lust. There was no way out, Joan was a prisoner of sin, a slave to carnal submission.
Like always, she took the trolley to work. When she entered the building, her green eyes darted about for the cruel Jesper. The black haired clerk was no where to be found. It was a small mercy in a tempest that had shown little. She went up the stairs, trying to arrange her thoughts so that her work wouldn't suffer from her shameful moral state. When she reached her desk by the window, Joan heard voices coming from the open door of Mr. Rowe's office. Curious, she stuck her head in.
Jesper sat in the office with Mr. Rowe and a pale, dark haired young man with a gaunt face and dark, sunken eyes. The young man sat in a chair with his bowler hat in his lap. The young man had a clean shaven face and looked something like an undertaker.
"Joan," Mr. Rowe said, waving her into the office. "I want you to meet someone. This is Thomas Waite."
Joan went into and nodded to gaunt, young man. "Mr. Waite. How do you do, sir?"
Mr. Rowe then asked her, "do you know Jesper? Mr. Pryce has him pegged for big things at the firm."
Joan nodded to that awful clerk. "Mr..."
"Faust," he said. "Jesper Faust."
"Mr. Faust."
"Anyway," Mr. Rowe said. "I have looked into your family's holdings and it appears that you do have property to the north. An old mansion called Dark Hollows. Your father and grandfather never showed much interest in it. Your older brother seems more interested in local affairs."
"Can I obtain it then?"
Mr. Rowe looked at the young man. "From under your father and brother you mean?"
"Yes," Thomas Waite said. "What will it take?"
"Some legal work," Mr. Rowe said. "Thomas, are you certain about this? This sort of thing can sever the strongest familial ties."
"They've already have been severed," Thomas said.
Mr. Rowe nodded his head. "Very well, let us get to work then." He looked up at Joan who was still standing at the door and said, "you're dismissed."
